Novel Sweeteners Novels & Stories

I could not believe how much sweet stuff she could eat. I noticed Chad watching Jill with an open mouth. He had not seen Jill in snack mode yet. “She likes her sweet stuff” I laughed as he shut his mouth and sat down next to her “What?” Jill asked with her mouth full of chocolate “Nothing dear” Chad laughed “Would you like me to pour you a glass of coke?”

she begged. I didn't have time to dig deeper before she smashed our lips together. Those soft, silky lips devoured me. Burning me from the inside and I couldn't stop it, I didn't want to. Snaking my hand around her waist and pulling her flush against me as I tugged on her bottom lip, colliding my tongue with hers. The taste of strawberry daiquiri tickling my taste buds from the sweetness she emits. It was euphoric, my brain, a mess with only thoughts of her as our lips danced together. A gentle slow dance that heated and turned into something sensual.

She hummed as she was throbbing with a need. “Or maybe your pussy.” He said as he moved closer. “That may become my favorite breakfast.” He moved her off of him and had her balance on the edge of the tub. A good-sized barrier was right in back of her as he parted her legs and began moving forward. His head now completely nestled in between the middle of her legs, and his mouth now was at the core of her. The first run of his tongue over the wet and drip slit was a taste he had coated on her nipples, which he had found was one of the sweetest flavors he had ever had. Though she had water droplets running down her body from the hot tub, her wetness in her dripping pussy was nothing but desire.

I thought to myself. I pulled out the chair and sat down, rolling it around a bit to get into tune. But there was not anything different. It was just a chair and a table. Curiously, I opened the first drawer, but it was just filled with papers. The second was filled with stationery, and the third left me in surprise. It was filled with sweets. A little piece of paper sat neatly on top. I picked it up and opened it. “Something told me you would snoop, so I am just trying to explain why these sweets are here. My blood sugar reduces often while working for long hours, so these are here to help for such times. You can take some for yourself. I promise they are good,” the note read.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm thrilled to introduce you to euphorix, the revolutionary new product from the Sovian Group. The breakthrough sweetener is not only a game changer for the beverage industry but also a potential gold mine for Brown's co-operation." She highlighted the benefits of euphorix, emphasizing its unique properties and the timely advantage it offered amidst the rising price of sugar. "Imagine being able to sweeten your beverages with a product that's not only cheaper but also fifty percent more profitable than sugar. It's a win-win situation!" she announced enthusiastically before taking her seat. The room fell silent and all eyes were moved to me, waiting for my response. Af

This fucking Demigod looked like he had just walked out of a magazine. I had always wondered how he'd look while naked. Sorry, us. And here we were, clothes ripped off and ready for sin. “You'd be my stepsister in a few weeks, don't you care?” I shook my head quickly, almost like cutting him off. “No, I don't.” “This is forbidden.” He pressed a smirk on his lips. He wasn't just interrogating me, he wanted to know the level of my desperation—how eager I was for this. “Rotten Fruit tastes sweetest,” I mentioned, grinning like an idiot. “Soren, now I don't care about fucking taboos.”

We both leaned in at the same time and took a bite. The moment the hot sauce hit my tongue, I grinned. It was exactly as good as I remembered — sweet, tangy, with that perfect little kick. But Nyla’s reaction was even better. Her eyes widened dramatically, and she let out a little surprised moan as she chewed faster, fanning her mouth with her free hand. “Wow, it’s actually really nice!” she said, nodding enthusiastically, still chewing. “Even with chips! The sweetness hits first, then that little kick… it’s like my mouth is dancing!”

Without another word, Emily walked away. Ace shut his laptop with a snap and scrambled after Emily. Once he at at the conference table, he cocked his head. “What’s wrong? You look like shit.” “I’m fine,” Emily practically snarled at him. “What do you have to tell me?” What Ace wanted to tell her was to chill the fuck out, but he held off, knowing Emily would shove the words down his throat. Instead, he opened his laptop. “The candy company account is being marketed strictly to children, but are you aware they have a retro line, as well as a no-sugar, low-sugar line made with natural sweeteners?”

I knew I shouldn't have expected anything from him. "Jacob, where's our baby?" Pain crossed his face. "Selene, our baby… is gone. And from now on, you won't be able to have children again." "I don't believe it," I choked out. "The baby was so healthy. Just the other day, I could still feel the kicks…" Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I threw my arms around myself, weeping bitterly. "Selene, don't be sad," Jacob crooned. "Even if you can't have children anymore, we can always adopt. I'll treat the child as my own."

The entire kitchen smells like warm apple pie, and I lick my lips, seeing the vanilla sauce dripping from it. I immediately dig in, stopping to lift a questioning brow at Daria when I notice she isn't eating. "I'm not much for apples and cinnamon these days. I can no longer enjoy the sugary flavor of sweets that I once found addicting," Daria explains to me in a quiet voice. "The chemotherapy seems to have changed my taste buds, which sucks." I give her a pained smile. "I'm so sorry to hear that." "Yeah, it's sad, but at least there is more pie for you."